The drone is an unmanned aerial vehicle. The drone is a person. The drone delivers instant death from miles away. The drone is intimidated by her line manager. Here is where we find ourselves, in the strange world concocted in the poetry of Harry Josephine Giles, who is one third of the equation in this desolate, beautiful show. Underscoring Giles’ poetry are sounds by Neil Simpson and video by Jamie Wardrop, both of which are created and mixed live every night. The drone’s relentless whine gives way to lo-fi electronica; impressionistic digital mountains morph into real terrain. A real drone hovers above the stage, demanding our attention. This textured, layered experience grips hold of your anxieties and doesn’t let go.